January 2026. Radcliffe on Trent.
I’ve just realised when I visited the old Radcliffe GBG entries (one now a Tesco Metro). In 2002, during the South Korean World Cup, I dragged Mrs RM and two toddlers to a camp site in Stragglethorpe, a mile south of those Chestnut and Manvers. Mrs RM put the tent up. I think we lasted one night.
Our intrepid Magnificent Seven pub men lasted almost as long in the pubs of Radcliffe, and Will even braved the village’s “Lounge” copy, Atrium scoring a decent 6.
All the pubs were neat and seemingly recently refurbished, and the eponymous Radcliffe had the benefit of a bit of Friday afterwork trade.
I thought you’d want to see the “fags by the Christmas tree” exhibit.
No ? OK.
Nice fire,
portraits of the regulars, modern but comfy seating,
and just enough choice in the cask range for folk who like to be “induh-viduals” and avoid Tim Taylor.
Virtually everyone had the Landlord (NBSS 3.5), though, including a surprising number of the dads and lads starting the Friday session, with cask matching lager pint for pint.
But…it was only the Landlord turning over, and subsequent pints of the Titanic were left looking forlorn. Not returnable, exactly, but never good enough to persuade us to miss our 5:15 trains home.
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Why it’s Landlord and not Boltmaker which – as Michael Barratt used to say – goes Nationwide isn’t immediately clear to me.
I’d have thought that it suited a wider range of tastes myself, but then I can’t understand why people find sugar in everything from baked beans to horseradish sauce acceptable either.
Maybe when all the US bases have gone things will be different…
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If those fag ends had been dropped by Tracy Emin that would definitely be a work of art. Your photo is worth the price of admission alone.
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